A Sharp Model [closed/Spada]
It had been a while since she last ventured outside. In fact, when was the last time she breathed in the fresh air and basked in the warm sunlight. Or at least, as warm as it could be considering the weather was starting to get colder.
Anyway, there was only so much she could draw from inside the confines of her room, and being stuck in a room was something she already had a lifetime of. Thus, equipped with her sketchbook, some pencils, and some crayons, she went towards the park in Sector oo6.
It had been quite the train ride but eventually she got there and seated herself on one of the benches. Just when she was about to start drawing the scenery she heard some nearby noises. A sword? Hmm…sounds like a boy…I think. Looking in front of her, she did see someone holding a sword. Are they…training? That thought made her smile, it reminded her of how Sora and Roxas and all the people in their memories trained.
Intrigued, Naminé couldn’t help but move closer. Quietly, she walked nearer to his training spot and sat down with her back against a tree. After placing her materials down, she wordlessly started drawing with her trusty pencil.
She smiled. He had a very nice sword form and even from where she was she could see a determination in his eyes. Not to mention, his clothes were a bit unlike those she’s seen and his hat was nice too. There was one more thing that she couldn’t help but like, the smile on his face after he seemed to perform a move just the way he wanted. Whoever this person was, they were a very good model.
One, slash. Two, parry. Three, thrust and switch forms. Back straight. Feet apart. Use quick and smooth movements. Time your breaths. Follow through with every movement and back to starting position.
It had been a hell of a long time since Spada run through his old formal training methods, but he found himself enjoying every minute of it. Single sword forms he hadn't bothered with in ages were coming back to him like he was a practiced pro. Good thing too; he didn't want to disappoint the onlooker he managed to attract. But all good things have to come to an end, and his tiring arms were signalling him to stop.
With a heavy breath, he spun in blade back into its sheath. Spada wasn't tracking how much time he killed, but he knew he was due for a break as he fanned himself down with his brown cap. While he was catching his breath, his eyes wandered back to the blonde girl nearby.
The swordsman was about to wave but she seemed far into into her own book to noticed he even stopped practicing. "Huh?" Upon closer inspection it looked like she was frantically writing something down. Curiosity piqued, Spada walked under the shade of the tree and plopped down next to the girl unceremoniously.
"Well, didn't think a pretty girl would wanna watch me show off for this long." He let out a tired laugh. Without asking any permission, he leaned over to try and sneak a peek at her mystery book. "You ain't writin' down some heavy critique on my performance, are you?"












